A poem written by Sara Teasdale, in which she recounts the birth of Jesus and all those who came to visit him. Some were wealthy, while others were poor. Some resided on Earth, while others came from heaven. All came to celebrate the birth of Jesus. Poem The kings they came from out the south, All dressed in ermine fine; They bore Him gold and chrysoprase, And gifts of precious wine. The shepherds came from out the north, Their coats were brown and old; They brought Him little new-born lambs-- They had not any gold. The wise men came from out the east, And they were wrapped in white; The star that led them all the way Did glorify the night. The angels came from heaven high, And they were clad with wings; And lo, they brought a joyful song The host of heaven sings. The kings they knocked upon the door, The wise men entered in, The shepherds followed after them To hear the song begin. The angels sang through all the night Until the rising sun, But little Jesus fell asleep Before the song was done For more poems, check out the poem catalog page.
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